de-morte:

“I was a cold star and so I was left in the darkest parts of heavens to shine brightly.”

— Channing M

jamie-merry:

A fun little ghost animation

cutesystickers:

♡

milesmoraleses:

no one plays me. no one gets into my head unless i let them. and i rarely let them.

balletroyale:

Renata Shakirova and Philipp Stepin in The Sleeping Beauty (Mariinsky Ballet)

knifeofvenus:

“I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured.”

— Beau Taplin, “The Devouring” (via thelovejournals)

trytogethappy:

the humanity of the AIDS crisis: the ward by gideon mendel

colorized by me

relaxandtakedeepbreaths:

“Grief is a circular staircase. I have lost you.”

— from “The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan, in The Five Stages of Grief (via cgcpoems)

camellia-lavender:

Grief is like glitter; No matter how much you try and tidy it up you’re never going to get rid of it all. You’re always going to find bits of it.

- George Shelley, George Shelley: learning to grieve

hiddenshores:

“You hold an absence

at your center,

as if it were a life.”

— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief”